a frustrating first day of school
Ugh, English 3010 is THE MOST RETARDED class at Wayne State. More on that later. Because I'm going to drop it. NOW.
My classes have been dropping like flies this semester. This makes the third(?) dropped class. Mr. Quick has made it impossible for me to ever appreciate another English class. Everyone else falls incredibly short of his greatness.
So the question is:
Poll Classes?!
So yeah. Apparently there are TWO kinds of English 3010 classes.
One is the normal, boring yet tolerable class where you come to class, read a few lengthy articles, write a few 6-10 page papers and a final 12 page paper, and get on with your life. Great, that's what I wanted. Don't bother me. Don't talk to me. I'll turn my papers in on time. They'll be acceptable. Let's get on with our lives.
The other involves driving myself to fucking MEXICAN TOWN to some elementary school where the little chicos can barely speak English, putzing around there with the snotty-nosed, pinworm infected Mexican kids for an ADDITIONAL 25 hours OUTSIDE OF CLASS TIME, then writing a number of bullshit papers about it. I assume this class is for the English-inept, who wouldn't know an adverb from an adjective if it bit them in the ass. I like to refer to this version of the class as English 3010 For Dummies.
And yet when I registered for the class, there was absolutely no distinction made between the two classes.
Sorry, some of us have REAL majors, REAL classes, and REAL jobs, and we don't have time to waste with Mexican kids, even if we actually wanted to spend time with the little burritos.
I suspect this has something to do with the Detroit teachers' strike. Why pay the teachers to teach when WSU students do it for free... in fact, WE pay WSU like $700 to do it!
As soon as I found out what this class was like, I was just muttering to myself, "Fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck is this shit?!" I wanted to walk out 5 minutes into the class, but for some reason I was feeling way too polite today, and wasted an hour and a half of my life as she proceeded to read all 8 pages of the syllabus, word for word, to us. I mean, come on. This is English 3010. Are you really assuming we STILL can't read by now? Well, judging by the way things were going in that class, I'd say yes.
Buuuuuuut! Hope is not lost. The class has been dropped. I just tore up all 8 pages of the syllabus. Now to find a new class to take... since I'm at an agonizing 11 credits, just one credit away from being full-time and maintaining my scholarship. Now I need another class.
Immunology is fucking amazing, just as I suspected it would be. Hooray for REAL classes. I show up, I learn the stuff, I take the test. I'm done. No Mexican children. No wasting time. I <3 Dr. Parkin a lot. Her lectures are great. She explains things exactly the way I need them to be explained... by making lots of cheesy jokes about macrophages and personifying bacteria and such.
Microeconomics won't be quite as painful as I thought. It's taught by a guy named Paul, who ::gasp:: actually speaks english. I love this guy already for that fact alone. He's an amusing bumbling nerd. Boring subject, funny professor, so it's tolerable methinks. He also said we could use the old edition of the textbook. So I totally just snagged it on amazon.com for $5. But I decided to pay $5.99 for 2 day shipping. OMFG, I just spent $10.99 on my econ book! The price for the new 4th edition at Marwil's was $10.99x10^1.
My Polish book was $33 (new), but it's good for two classes I think, so that's fine with me. Plus this was the first CD that came with a book that I actually spared 5 minutes of my time to look at. Yay Pani Alina for choosing a practical book. I'm excited as fuck for that class. It starts tomorrow. My Econ seminar was cancelled tomorrow morning, so I won't have to be on campus until 12:50.
I can't believe it took me three years to get smart about text book shopping. No more spending $500 a semester on textbooks for me. I spent around $200 this time.
Know how you can tell who's a freshman at WSU? Just walk down Anthony Wayne Drive and see who's terrified to step into the street. They all hover at the sidwalk, afraid to cross. They even wait for the crosswalk signs. =-O Silly freshmen.
HOLY SHIT HOUSE STARTS TONIGHT!!
My classes have been dropping like flies this semester. This makes the third(?) dropped class. Mr. Quick has made it impossible for me to ever appreciate another English class. Everyone else falls incredibly short of his greatness.
So the question is:
Poll Classes?!
So yeah. Apparently there are TWO kinds of English 3010 classes.
One is the normal, boring yet tolerable class where you come to class, read a few lengthy articles, write a few 6-10 page papers and a final 12 page paper, and get on with your life. Great, that's what I wanted. Don't bother me. Don't talk to me. I'll turn my papers in on time. They'll be acceptable. Let's get on with our lives.
The other involves driving myself to fucking MEXICAN TOWN to some elementary school where the little chicos can barely speak English, putzing around there with the snotty-nosed, pinworm infected Mexican kids for an ADDITIONAL 25 hours OUTSIDE OF CLASS TIME, then writing a number of bullshit papers about it. I assume this class is for the English-inept, who wouldn't know an adverb from an adjective if it bit them in the ass. I like to refer to this version of the class as English 3010 For Dummies.
And yet when I registered for the class, there was absolutely no distinction made between the two classes.
Sorry, some of us have REAL majors, REAL classes, and REAL jobs, and we don't have time to waste with Mexican kids, even if we actually wanted to spend time with the little burritos.
I suspect this has something to do with the Detroit teachers' strike. Why pay the teachers to teach when WSU students do it for free... in fact, WE pay WSU like $700 to do it!
As soon as I found out what this class was like, I was just muttering to myself, "Fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck is this shit?!" I wanted to walk out 5 minutes into the class, but for some reason I was feeling way too polite today, and wasted an hour and a half of my life as she proceeded to read all 8 pages of the syllabus, word for word, to us. I mean, come on. This is English 3010. Are you really assuming we STILL can't read by now? Well, judging by the way things were going in that class, I'd say yes.
Buuuuuuut! Hope is not lost. The class has been dropped. I just tore up all 8 pages of the syllabus. Now to find a new class to take... since I'm at an agonizing 11 credits, just one credit away from being full-time and maintaining my scholarship. Now I need another class.
Immunology is fucking amazing, just as I suspected it would be. Hooray for REAL classes. I show up, I learn the stuff, I take the test. I'm done. No Mexican children. No wasting time. I <3 Dr. Parkin a lot. Her lectures are great. She explains things exactly the way I need them to be explained... by making lots of cheesy jokes about macrophages and personifying bacteria and such.
Microeconomics won't be quite as painful as I thought. It's taught by a guy named Paul, who ::gasp:: actually speaks english. I love this guy already for that fact alone. He's an amusing bumbling nerd. Boring subject, funny professor, so it's tolerable methinks. He also said we could use the old edition of the textbook. So I totally just snagged it on amazon.com for $5. But I decided to pay $5.99 for 2 day shipping. OMFG, I just spent $10.99 on my econ book! The price for the new 4th edition at Marwil's was $10.99x10^1.
My Polish book was $33 (new), but it's good for two classes I think, so that's fine with me. Plus this was the first CD that came with a book that I actually spared 5 minutes of my time to look at. Yay Pani Alina for choosing a practical book. I'm excited as fuck for that class. It starts tomorrow. My Econ seminar was cancelled tomorrow morning, so I won't have to be on campus until 12:50.
I can't believe it took me three years to get smart about text book shopping. No more spending $500 a semester on textbooks for me. I spent around $200 this time.
Know how you can tell who's a freshman at WSU? Just walk down Anthony Wayne Drive and see who's terrified to step into the street. They all hover at the sidwalk, afraid to cross. They even wait for the crosswalk signs. =-O Silly freshmen.
HOLY SHIT HOUSE STARTS TONIGHT!!